It was at this age Sophia pretty much quit napping altogether, except when strapped down in a warm car for a minimum of forty-five minutes. If she did accidentally doze off at home, she would jiggle her foot, then her whole leg, until she was awake again.
It was a time of tremendous explosions in language abilities, physical abilities, developmental things like potty learning, and plain old growth; it was a time I regularly found myself brought to white-hot rage by the combination of exhaustion (oh, did I mention that her nighttime sleep also went to shit about that time?) and never ever getting that single hour of quiet during the day.
Daphne has been a comparatively easy sleeper, but lately she's been skipping naps, and today she jiggled herself back to consciousness. I felt like jumping out the window. Granted, it's a first-floor window, but it would have been satisfying to flee. I don't remember if Sophia was quite as tearful as Daphne is, but I assure you not fifteen minutes go by that Daphne doesn't let loose an unearthly moan, screech, shriek, sob, or other sound that makes you want to pull your ears out by the roots.
This stage is survivable only because they are exceedingly cute when they're not being insufferable. And because...well, I don't know any other reasons. Perhaps you would be so kind as to share.
All I know is, I am NOT the kind of person who is good at this age. I can do need-intensive newborns as long as you like, but this age is a killer for me.
Oh and also, my cycles are returning in a delightfully irregular way, which means I have near-constant PMS without getting the relief of completing the hormonal cycle and actually getting my period. Last time this went on for about six months, at which point they got regular again and I almost immediately got pregnant. On which subject, NO. NO NO NO NO NO.
The only thing I can think of to do is try to find a babysitter (all the great ones here have moved on to their next things -- full-time jobs, babies of their own, etc.). And to try for more freelance work so I can justify the cost. The alternative involves self-inflicted blunt force trauma or one of those trendy mommy-drinking-gin-from-a-sippy arrangements, and neither of those is especially appealing.